第十二章苏拉,你有我来养(1/6)

齐飞终于有了反应，笑了笑，摸了摸苏拉的脑门，便继续专注的开着眼前的车，一路朝着他们居住的公寓而去。
                                                                                                                                                                又是一个红灯，齐飞停下车，等待信号通行等。苏拉则一直看着窗外，似乎有些出神。
                                                                                                                                                                “齐飞，今天周六是吧。好像这些节假日什么的，都和我们无缘。”苏拉有些感慨。
                                                                                                                                                                齐飞撇了下头，应了声：“恩。周六。我们圈子里，没几个人可以正常过节假日。我记得前年老崔好不容易大年三十休假，全家那个高兴啊。结果，大年三十一早，被临时调去飞日本。气的他老婆差点和他离婚。所以，还不如不休假的好。至少都习惯了，免得希望越大，失望越大。”
                                                                                                                                                                齐飞说的很现实，这也是现在飞行员和空乘的真实生活。人家在家团聚，他们在天上飞。人家情侣牵手散步，他们隔着太平洋发短信报平安。人家朝九晚五一天八小时，他们起早摸黑连续十几小时劳作……
                                                                                                                                                                外表看起来光鲜亮丽，实则惨不忍睹。
                                                                                                                                                                真是心酸的一把泪，不足为外人道，不能深入其中，才能探究这种苦闷。
                                                                                                                                                                “老婆？”齐飞突然很认真的叫着苏拉。
                                                                                                                                                                “干嘛？”苏拉的注意力好像被窗外的一对小情侣吸引了，随口回着齐飞。
                                                                                                                                                                齐飞停了好一会没开口，苏拉这才奇怪的转过身看着齐飞，又问了一次：“叫我干什么？”
                               

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